| The apparitions tango to the sound of their heels tapping
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| A procession of prosthetic limbs and mannequins
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| They’re all perfect models of imperfection
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| With marrow made of cellophane
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| Strap on your ballroom best
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| Breathe in and don’t exhale
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| Oh, Juliet! |
| Oh, Juliet!
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| Deny your name, your father
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| Rearrange the cells that form my skin
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| See them through kaleidoscope eyes
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| Because everybody feigns sometimes
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| Blur your eyes
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| (Romeo)
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| Bend the lines
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| (Romeo)
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| Do you like what you see?
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| Oh, Romeo
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| Where art thou?
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| I’ve dressed up this canvas skin;
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| Painted something colorful
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| Self-inflicted surgery is now routine
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| It erases all traces of faces
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| Stretch me over this two-by-four skeleton
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| Where for art thou?
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| Where art thou?
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| I’ve dressed up this canvas skin;
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| Painted something colorful
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| (just for you)
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| Self-inflicted surgery is now routine
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| It erases all traces of faces
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| (we have all known; We have all owned) |